Box Pussy Surprise Lil' Femanon X Bobs seed (rule 63)

>Day Ba-dow-dow in Equestria.
>You are Lil' FemAnon, devious monkey child of Manehattan.
>The universe displayed its true colors on the day you were sent here.
>A girl barely out of diapers being thrown into a world of magical talking horses.
>You'd appreciate the humor of it all in the future.
>Not now though.
>No, now is a time for mischief.
>And boy do you have a plan in mind.
>It's your dear Bro Bob's birthday today.
>And you are going to prank him so good.
>It's a long walk to the Hugbox, a Arcade/Pizzeria type place that the foals of Manehattan absolutely adore.
>The walk is made all the more uncomfortable by the consistent scratching of cardboard against tiny FemAnon.
>It's gonna be so worth it.
>Just to see Bob's face.
>The nice front stallion puts a stamp on your hand.
>A big strong smiley face.
>An big orange stallion you recognize as Bob's father ushers you to one of the back rooms.
>A long table is set out, pizza, soda, cake, all that good shit.
>Someone puts a party hat on you.
>"Alright FemAnon, just sit your present over there and you can join with the other foals."
>Shit fuck ass cocks.
>You didn't consider this.
>A table is set up, covered in a mass of presents, all for Bobs.
>Your box is easily the biggest.
>Quite the confidence boost, is you do say so yourself.
>You awkwardly set the box down on one of the corners before you work tiny Femanon back into your skirts.
>Fuck.
>You've got to think of something.
>Bobs finally takes notice of your presence there and waves you over.
>He's saved your seat, right next to him.
>Son of a bitch actually values your friendship.
>Almost makes you feel bad for your pussy being his present this year.
>Almost.
>"It's about time yous showed up FemAnon. Was gettin' worried."
>He adopts a sudden look of nervousness.
>"Not like I like yous, or nothin'."
>Sweet.
>You don't recognize the colt you're sitting across from.
>His cap is pretty fuckin' cool though.
>Some birthday shit goes down.
>You ate the greasiest pizza horses could make.
>Pretty goodass cake.
>All the way from Ponyville, or so you're told.
>Inglorious never got invited to birthdays, so he doesn't know jack shit about parties.
>"Alright everypony, go ahead and get the presents from the table."
>Huh.
>Well that makes it easier.
>One sneaky ass maneuver later and your pussy is back in your box.
>"Aw shoot Applebuck. This is pretty cool."
>The capedcolt you weren't familiar with got him a cool green cap.
>This Applebuck boy goes about placeing it on top of Bob's head.
>It looks...Nice.
>Wait.
>Wait what're you doing Lil FemAnon?
>You're like eleven or something.
>And you're getting wet on for a horse.
>He does look pretty cool in the cap though.
>Shit
>"Oh man guys, this is real nice o' you."
>Some other colts, Pink and Silver respectively, got Bobs' what appears to be a horsie action figures.
>Without asking for permission they begin to ask him play video games with your bro.
>And winning tickets n' shit.
>I don't fucking interact with males, so just insert whatever makeup you can use to turns him on when applied to an underage horse.
>Once they're done Bobs been acting very much different.
>He started talking cool in shit to be attrictive, that you never really picked up on before this.
>As confused as you are, your pussy seems to know just what it likes.
>Looks like it's your turn to present your present.
>Bobs is beaming at you.
>Pussy juice stahp.
>Your crazily confused pussy is getting weter at the site of Bobs.
>You practically waddle over to him, box held at your cuca.
>"Oh watch'ya get me FemAnon?" He asks, smiling down to your present.
>The mass of foals surrounding you are also quite curious.
>This was a bad idea.
>Before you can abort, Bobs opens the box.
>Rather than reeling back in disgust, he looks quite confused.
>"What... What is it?" He asks, dumbfounded.
>Oh right.
>You're a strange monkey girl.
>With strange monkey girl anatomy.
>This is good.
"It's uh... It's a candy. From my world."
>He looks up at your skeptically.
"You lick on it."
>No way He's going to by it.
>Mistaking that fleshy vainy snatch for candy?
>He's have to be dense as fuck.
>"Wow, I didn't know you brought anything from your world!" He's smiling at you again.
>Wat.
"Well, uh.... It's not exactly from my world... I just uh, remember the recipe. Yeah. Yeah me and my daddy used to make it."
>Great lie, FemAnon.
>You did it.
>Oh god what is he doing.
>Without another word, he dips his head into the box and begins to lick on your crazy underdeveloped monkey pussy.
>You bight back a moan of pleasure.
>Your first sexual encounter is with an underage horse.
>At his birthday party.
>In front of his friends.
>And his family.
>With only a poorly wrapped card board box to hide your shame.
>Holy fuck.
>Bobs isn't making it easier on you.
>His freshly tongue glide along your pussy in a painfully quick rhythm.
>There's no real technique to his motion, but it's pleasurable none the less.
>The ponies around you seem curious, but by no means suspicious.
>You're trembling in pleasure at this point.
>Something in you doesn't want to take the chance of this ending without you squirting your juice.
>You gently put your hand on the back of her head , guiding him along.
>You look down to see his eyes closed, a few tears welling in your eyes through your concentration.
>Dumbass has to know what's happening right now.
>There's no fucking way he couldn't.
>All too quickly you squirt your juice.
>A jet of prepubescent girl-liquid on Bob's face to the brim, and he whipes away like a champ.
>He pulls himself out of the box and reattaches the lid.
>A nearby napkin does better to clear his face of anything that could give you away.
>He's wearing the brightest smile you've ever seen on him.
>"That was some present, FemAnon." He goes to your side, and you gave him a soft kiss.
>Followed immediately by a kiss on the cheek, much to the giggles and gags of the foals behind you.
"I... I'm glad you liked it."